Every. Single. Day. Consecutively 365 Days of Riding

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My 365th consecutive day of cycling is today. I’m not stopping or taking a day off. I’m planning to continue the streak until I can’t for some reason. Here are some of the questions I’ve been asked the most while cycling my streak.

Has it been hard? Not terribly, no. At first I was recovering from surgery on my heel and my streak was broken in July 2024 because doctor’s orders. Then it was hard to remember that I was setting a schedule to ride in the summer when usually I wouldn’t be commuting to work anyway, so setting new routines was challenging for a month or so.

The most challenging aspect of riding consecutive days is traveling and there’s bicycle uncertainty. Can I get a bike in a 24 hour period? While it only happened twice in 365 days, first in April when we were taking the Amtrak to and from Vancouver, B.C., and we had to clear customs at the Canadian border near Seattle. I was counting on a ride when we got home but also knew it would be late, so I was full of anxiety over how this would play out. Seize the cycle is the best way to handle it. You make the most of an opportunity. We ended up having a layover in Seattle at King Station so I rented a Lime ride and it all worked out as if I’d planned it.

The second time was a few weeks ago. We took a trip on the Columbia and Willamette rivers on our sailboat. I brought my Brompton onboard. My husband tied down the bike at the stern and when we docked we’d unload it and I could pedal around the city. It requires the tiniest bit of planning, but completely worth it.

Did it get boring? Absolutely not. I love riding and even though I was mostly riding in my area, it’s a treat to see how many different ways you can get from point A to B. Plus I didn’t have to commute to work so I could break the route to and from and just go, go, go. There are a few decent climbs by my house and now I can say without hesitation that I don’t mind them now, much. Since going to and from some of my trusty routes I must go down the hill, then I’ll have to come up said hill again later. a portion of the hill is has a 10% grade and you know it’s just before a stoplight and traffic to the north and south and you feel vulnerable and hidden and it’s hard. I don’t love the main hill on days when the sun is a broiler and the pavement is so hot you can hear your tires sizzle. But I got over it or planned it so I wasn’t doing the climb in the heat of the day.

Do you have a favorite route? Not really. I’m not bound to a commuting route like when I was working, so I just go. I go wherever I want and try different routes and explore. I am reminded that this is exactly how I rode my bike as a youngster. I’d wander and see what was around the bend. Just riding. It’s less about the miles and pushing myself than it is the consistency of riding every single day. I did make a point of documenting it with photos along the route. It was part of the journey to find a good backdrop for my bike to pose.

Did you set a minimum number of miles every day? I get this question the most. I wanted to ride every day for the pure joy of it. Going from commuting 22 miles a day, 4-5 days a week to potentially nothing because I don’t have to commute any longer could have been the end of my riding. I could have turned my bike life into a hobby and less of a daily obsession. I didn’t want that to be the case. I wanted to ride just for the satisfaction of riding. The challenge of doing the thing every single day and not so much for miles. I didn’t wanted to overthink anything related to my bike life. Sure, maybe by the time I was 6 months into it I’d shoot for at least 30 minutes or 5-10 miles, but I also embraced the Grant Peterson cycle philosophy and showed up for my ride. Anything else is frosting. Old habits die hard is a cliché for a reason and it challenging to silence your inner critic and not let the commuting habit boss you around. Whoever coined the phrase “Follow your bliss” had to be a cyclist. The feel of my legs moving and my eyes taking in all that is around me is exactly what draws me to cycling. It feels amazing!

Did you participate in any group rides? Nope. There was a time for that in my life, but I prefer solo riding. I wouldn’t rule it out but no, I did not participate in any organized rides in the 360+ days of riding.

Did you use an eBike? Me-power versus e-power is interesting to ponder. I have nothing to prove and I have bikes because I’m a cyclist! I did occasionally use my eBike. My 2012 Kona mixte was my primary ride. It’s not one OR the other, it’s both. There are some days I didn’t have the legs to deal with hills or heat or rain and it was safer to eBike, so I went electric. It kept me in the saddle where I might not have had the me-power to ride. I also used my Brompton (foldy bike) because it’s easy to take on and off train or bus. This always makes me think of the iconic line about having more insurance coverage in the movie “Fried Green Tomatoes”. The character Evelyn Couch, played by Kathy Bates utters the line, “Face it, girls, I’m older and I have more bikes!” She actually says insurance. She has more insurance. I have bikes and for the first time in my life I can ride whatever I want. Evelyn agrees!

Why? Or as my husband says, “You keep telling me why, but I don’t understand it!” It is a good basic question and while I could quote the phrase “because it is there” which is a famous quote attributed to George Mallory, a British climber who perished on Mount Everest in 1924. That quote certainly encapsulates the inherent human drive to explore and conquer challenges, particularly in the face of formidable natural obstacles like mountains, or biking up 10% grade hills.

I don’t have a therapist, but I guess if I was on the couch and talking about the why of my riding, I’d say it’s one of those things I can do. It all started in gym class when I was a wee lass and I couldn’t climb the rope or was told I’m not good at sports. I’m sure I’m not alone. I’m not a runner and I’m not a lot of things that physically fit people look like they are. I am not slight of build and I have been told, “You don’t look like a cyclist,” whatever that’s supposed to mean. Simply put, I wanted to see if I could. I was inspired to do so by a cyclist in Toronto. An added benefit is that my legs are toned. My gastrocnemius muscle, both the medial and lateral are defined in a way I envied on “serious cyclists.” Just the other day I sort of noticed this definition on my own legs and I really wanted to set up a photo shoot because for the first time it’s defined enough for me to say Hello!! Legs by cycling. If you follow this blog, you know I’m not one to have a gym membership and I don’t run and while I do enjoy swimming, that’s not my thing either. I ride my bike.

One comment from a Strava follower was “You must be so strong after this experience.” I do feel good and I want to hold on to that zeal of just doing the do and riding as much as I can for as long as I can.

What’s next? I’ll keep on doing what I do. Getting out there and riding my bike! I wish the same for you.

Thanks for reading and get out there and ride your bike. Tomorrow will be day 366!

All the best,

Bike Goddess

Still Streaking

Posted on June 1, 2025 by bikegoddess

The risk in talking about a streak is that somehow you will jinx it. You will attract some sort of mischief that will kill the streak. Better to just hunker down and do the thing and not draw any attention to it.

I’ve been reflecting on this streak and happy to keep spinning and reviewing some of the days. Recently Day 260 proved to be very complicated because I was traveling and wasn’t quite sure if I could ride a bike through the aisles on an Amtrak. Fortunately, it didn’t come to that. I squeezed in a ride during a layover in Seattle. That was the closest call I’ve had in my adventures.

The 260s came and went and the 270s also. I’m on the #297th day of consecutive days of riding my bike as of this post. Why not wait until #300? Well, I may not have time to write about it.

With this streak, I’ve gotten used to seizing the moment—and also sensing when something might go wrong. A snag. I can feel it, like shaking a Magic 8 Ball, and hoping for the “Yes-Definitely,” but some days are leaning toward, “Very doubtful.” The outlook of each day holds a bike ride, and I work diligently to make sure it happens, part of my daily rhythm.

As much as commuting was a necessary part of my week getting to and from school when I worked, I wasn’t for certain how my graduation (retirement) from work would influence my future riding. I didn’t want it to but how could it not alter my schedule and commitment?

When I started this streak 297 days ago I didn’t know I’d get this far. All you can do it try.

Puttering in my yard a week ago, I decided to move a big bucket of water. Think 40 pounds. I know better. Plus it’s water! Why did I think it was so necessary to move it. It was on grass and I should have pushed it over which my cycling legs, but no… the weakest part of me, my arms were put to the test and I hauled it over to a flower bed to water some plants. I felt the twist in the small of my back and thought possibly a giant knife was thrown at my side. But still I got on my bike the next day (after an hour of alternating hot and cold) and the next day after that for a week and rode.

I’m accustomed to getting a massage now and again. But it has probably been over a year since I had one. After the bucket incident I made an appointment and today I feel like a voodoo doll with pins sticking out everywhere. I used my ebike today and I persevered and rode. In the last 297 days there have definitely been days when my body was not up for the challenge.

A rest day for me on my streak means riding, but not as far or as long. That’s okay! Coming off of the commuting miles or the days when it was raining sideways during my commute, now I can pick my time of the day and just go! I can wait for that break in the rain to get in my ride. How liberating!

Everything falls away when I ride. Correction, most everything falls away. I take in the scenes and scenery and I feel as though I’m on some new path of enlightenment. Not quite a reclining buddha but a pedaling goddess and even when distracted drivers annoy me I still feel blissful and renewed at its conclusion.

Ride #260 was a $17 Lime ride. But I got it done.

I stared my streak on August 8th, 2024 and I even started it before that but I had foot surgery so I stopped and resumed once the doctor gave the green light. Now I’m on the threshold of 300 days and only 68 days from a whole year and I’m amazed. But we’re going to be aloof about it and chill so as not to anger the gods.

People ask me, “What happens after that?”

I’ll keep going is what I say. Day 366 and day 400 and 500. Of course I’ll need a little treat, for the bike of course, but I want the streak to continue.

Thanks for reading my blog and some of you on Strava have been following me and giving me Kudos, and I want to thank you for your support. It means

BikeGoddess is also a YouTube Channel and I’m planning more for it in the upcoming 68 days, including some video of my trip to Vancouver B.C., and my bike tour recommendations. Have a look and Subscribe because doing this streak has been a sort of biking bootcampt for me.

Here’s to more riding for you and for me.

Get out there and ride.

🚲 Bike Goddess

Riding the Streak: What I’ve Learned From Consecutive Days of Cycling

Posted on January 19, 2025 by bikegoddess

Today will mark 164 consecutive days of riding my bike. On Thursday, August 8th of 2024 I started the streak. I would have more but I missed a week recovering from surgery on my left foot to remove a cyst on my heel. I was bummed, but that’s how it goes. Streaks are interesting in that you don’t always consciously know you’re in a streak until you think about it or someone points out that you’re consistently doing something.

While it did start in August, I was inspired by a cyclist I saw on Threads. Now I don’t see said cyclist post on Threads as much (or at all as of today), but in late November he was at 1552 days of cycling. He always says, “riding bikes every day until I can’t for some reason, day 1552.” He would post an amazing photo of his bike with some amazing angle and I thought, “I love this. I wanna see if I could do this.”

I love it and while I am far, far away from his total…all I can do is get out there and ride. The streak days stack up and here I am thinking of the day ahead, not the thousand days ahead.There is something pretty basic about staying grounded in there here and now.

With temps below freezing lately, it’s definitely a challenge but I’ve been doing the DO and getting it done. Frankly, it’s been a refreshing change of pace from my old commuting days and I think I’m riding better, harder and with more confidence.

What were my old commuting days, you wonder? I rode my bike to and from work most days of the week during the school year. That means I’d often take the weekend or holidays off since I didn’t have to go to work. Also a great scenario but since I retired/graduated from work to my own thing I wondered how my cycling habits would change since I didn’t HAVE to get up and ride to and from during the week.

Liberating is what it is! I can wait out the rain or the wind gusts and pick the time of day to get out there and ride. It’s like the hearing the angels sweetly sing because I have choice and I still choose to ride. Now back to the streak. while it is about the numbers, it is also about the rhythm, the routine, and the joy of showing up for myself, day after day. Showing up for me, myself and I, alone.

I’ve learned I love cycling from a place in my soul that goes beyond anything I ever thought about. I feel I have GOT to ride every day. It sounds corny, but it is my thing. The feel of the bike and the rolling wheels and dance of time through space while I move with the machine to get to places far and near is magical. I mean even with and against traffic and distracted drivers and all the hullabaloo, it’s still so wonderful and feels like an accomplishment. I love it even more when it’s cycling to cycle and not to commute. With a cycling streak, it’s a magnificent reminder when you’re in the moment and you love the moment so much that you decide to be intentional and conscious of the moments and crochet them together to make yourself stronger of both body and mind.

Like the Threads cyclist, I take a photo (most of the time) of my bike in some unusual spot with a cool backdrop to mark the moment and then I continue my ride and post about it later. Many times I post on Strava and Instagram but lately since all the Socials seems to be in such flux and decisions about whether to stay or go are paralyzing, I am making note of them in my phone on the caption for the photo. I don’t post about it every day but I’ve been hoping to revive my Blog and also take some time to share more about my bikey ways here and on YouTube in the coming months. If you’re interested, please follow along.

1550 days from today is Wednesday, April 18, 2029 and what I hope is that I’m still cycling and streaking, but let’s be honest, who know what tomorrow brings. All we have is the here and now and I plan to get out there and ride. I gotta keep the streak going.

What I’ve learned is that this streak is mine and I’m working to stay in the saddle and doing the do. It feels like fist-pumping-crossing-my-own-finish-line every single day. That’s what I’ve learned.

Thanks for reading and riding and I hope you too get out there and ride your bike.

Enjoy!

Bike Goddess

My Retirement Plan

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Posted on September 21, 2024 by bikegoddess

I found this path on @RideWithGPS. It’s called The Trolley Trail and it’s absolutely lovely! I must ride it again.

Since my last post, which was 118 days ago, I retired. Yes, I took the leap off the ledge of employment and plunged into the unknown. Forty, that’s a 4 and a 0, years of working, add more for working while in high school. There’s a lot of planning, of course, and I had been steering in the general direction of retirement or as I call it, graduation, since lockdown. It’s all theoretical, vague and abstract until you meet with people who have access to your employment history and you realize you can get off the treadmill and move on to what you want to do. When you get serious about it then you can only see the possibilities of the unknown and it’s weirdly very exciting, like a detour on a bike route you’ve been on for years. If I go literary on you, it’s like opening the door to Narnia. There’s something beautiful about time spread out in front of you like the horizon and all you have to do is think about the path you want to try. Or you can read another chapter of your book and settle in with a coffee refill.

What’s it like? Liberating! Free! Like the wind on my back. I look at my watch at various times of the day and think, “Wow, if I was working, I’d still be at work.” From the time I turned 15, I have been working. My career as a teacher-librarian, while rich, interesting and stimulating is now replaced by volunteer endeavors at both my local library and nonprofit bike shop are rewarding and interesting. Spontaneously considering options that before retirement you’d talk yourself into NOT doing because there wasn’t time.

My e-bike which I love is less important only because I don’t have to be faster to get to work in a hurry. I don’t commute, I can just ride wherever, whenever and that’s liberating as well. I did splurge on a Garmin Edge and an annual subscription to Ride With GPS to do some route planning and have turn-by-turn directions for new route-tines and new places to bike.

For example, I have missed writing in my blog for the last 118 days. Working wears you out. You have little energy left to do anything but go to sleep and get ready for the next day of work. I was lucky and I’m very grateful for my career and the people along the way who believed in me, but now… retirement, wow, it’s mind-blowing. There is space in my brain to consider other callings. It reminds me of those few months after you graduate from high school and everyone wants to know what you plan on doing next. I plan on doing whatever my heart desires, within reason of course, but you know I’ve been leaning into new routines. After 40 years of planning nearly every second of my working days, I’m happy to flow the go, (go with the flow) and just be open to seeing the leaves turn and relax.

As with graduation, people always seem to have ideas about what you should do—or, more importantly, what they would do—if they didn’t have to work. For me, there’s never been a September where I wasn’t busy with something. You squeeze time out of weekends to ride a bike, go for a walk, or sit with a book, but now… Now I can while away the hours however I choose, in whatever way befits my mood. I literally can ride my bike on routes I’ve passed hundreds of times without a second thought.

This is a path in the woods for walking or riding and I finally had a chance to enjoy it.

I’m not of avian persuasion, but there’s something liberating about this newfound flight of my own fancy. No longer tethered to schedules or deadlines, I can aspire to other activities. I can soar through the day on my own terms. Whether it’s coasting along on the bike path or getting lost in the pages of a book, every moment feels like a breeze—unrushed, untethered, unbound.

There’s a variety of jokes about retirement and cyclists, but I like this one the most.

What do you call a retired cyclist who still rides every day?
A wheel-y dedicated retiree!

I hope that’s me. Now, I gotta get out there and ride.

Thanks for reading my blog. If you found some value or inspiration, give it a Like and Follow along.

Come On Over to My Brake Pad

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Posted on May 27, 2024 by bikegoddess

My bike(s) are like a part of me. They are an extension of my body and my mind. As a bike knocks off mile after mile and you pedal through the weeks and commute or grab groceries or try this hill or that dale your bike willingly goes along for the ride.

I went too far. We’ve had lots of rain and I thought the screeching braking sounds were a result of the rain. However, that’s not the case. Prepare yourself for the photos you see.

In my defense, I did hit the 5K mark on my commuter, HollyBerryBike recently and I suspected that I would be addressing the brake pad soon however I didn’t really think they’d sound like the Psycho score turned screech.

The downhill spiral on brake pads is quick. What you suspect becomes reality when dogs howl and birds flee and babies cry as you pass by and you may not even be using your brakes. Today was such a day and I’m grateful that it wasn’t SO bad that fluids leaked and my bike was ruined but was bad enough that I learned my lesson. Again.

But here’s the thing, I’ve gone to the garage a few times tonight and my bike isn’t there. It’s at the shop. It’s having an overnighter and I don’t think we’ve been separated ever, so I feel like a bad bike mom and I know it’s only a night but I miss her.

Left is the one I wore out. On the right is the new pad.

All the forums and experts say every 5K miles your brake pads should be checked and “possibly” replaced. But it depends on how hard you ride and how much you brake. Commuting adds loads more wear and tear to a bike and in this case, she’s right on time. 5,100 miles.

I have been here before. We’ve all learned lessons about bike maintenance multiple times. I’m here again at the brake pad lesson 101 and it’s all going to be okay. Mark at the shop assured me that I did the right thing and it’s all going to be okay.

She will get rear pads and a new rotor and we’ll be riding into the end of the school year soon enough.

This is Bike Goddess here with a reminder to check your brake pads. Don’t be like me.

Thanks for reading. I know it’s been a beat and I’ll be back sooner than you think with a few exciting announcements. In the meantime if you found this helpful, please give this post a Like and I look forward to another post soon.

Get out there and ride!
Bike Goddess

Calm, Relaxed, Submissive State

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Posted on December 23, 2023 by bikegoddess

The calm and bright from the sailboat on the Columbia River.

The lines from Silent Night echo in my mind often and without provocation at this time of the year. I think it’s a coping mechanism in my brain and much like breathing, it’s simply in my head on autoplay. I especially love the “all is calm, all is bright” line. There are many more.

“Glories stream” and “radiant beams” and the “dawn of redeeming grace.” Wow, right. I mean, the words alone are sunrises and you feel your heart fill with the potential of the universe. Plus, there’s sleeping in peace and heavenly hosts singing and the shepherds are quaking but who can blame them with all the beams and streams and glories.

I love it because it’s simple and majestic and there’s a meditation in the lyrics that helps me breathe and relax. There are such equisite simplicity in that carol.

Being alive is science and it’s also a miracle. It’s wonderous and any day you feel like you’re healthy means you are indeed wealthy. Any day your head is on and you feel like you’re in a good place is special and if you happen to be moving and grooving, well, that’s success!

At this time of winter darkness anytime a star wants to lend its light is indeed magnificent.

This was the first night which was delivering Santa to the public dock. Photo credit Christmas Ships.

Dear readers, at this time of the year I usually report a great year of biking. The miles ticked by and topped over and I feel like a Goddess to the tenth power! This fall has not been successful in miles. The weather has put quite a damper on my riding goals. I’ve also had a few mechanical issues and I’ve felt defeated by the number of things put on my work plate and much like a child who shoves superfluous items into the grocery cart, my work life has been full of excessive distractions and most of which are not even my job. But whatever.

What better time to admit that it’s been a daunting December. However, also delightful and successful in a different way. The days that I have been able to ride have been splendid and beautiful with sunrises that are breathtaking and remind you that the madness of the moment will pass.

Also I had some new experiences on water not land when my guy and I joined the Christmas Ship parade on the Columbia and Willamette rivers. Even though we thought we’d only do a couple nights, we ended up participating in seven of the 13. This is the 69th year of the Christmas Ships parade and I’m happy to report that both our boat and our marriage survived.

She’s also a biking pal who enjoyed our river run.

As it is the eve of THE EVE, I wanted to take time to be calm and mild and think about streaming glories and radiant beams of light since it’s been weeks of watching the boats on the rivers and seeing the community of people who pull this off. There are moments when the lights from the boats ahead or behind fill your soul and you know that it could all end right then and there but you’d be complete.

I ride and I ride a whole lot. I do have suggestions for gifts to buy the cyclist in your life, but that will have to wait. Maybe Valentine’s Day I do a post about that. I don’t even remember my Strava goals for this year and while I could look it up, I don’t really care. A year ago this experience with the Christmas ships was merely an ember. I never expected to be among the fleet of boats that participate in the parade. But now, I can’t imagine not doing it. That’s the thing about new experiences, they seem to crack open something in us that fills a void. The faces of people at the dock were indeed radiant and they were filled with a childlike innocence that was resplendent and angelic. I remember thinking, “It this what it’s like to be Taylor Swift? Is this what it’s like to be so beautiful that people line up to take your picture and applaud at your existence?”

Simply, yes, that’s what it’s like.

Our onboard noise makers and more importantly, friends.

However, to do this, we had to submit. We had to defer to those who have done it and we had to be passive and learn how to be meek and mild. That’s not easy! It’s a miracle we could set aside our egos and our will and fall into our place in the parade.

My life is much richer for having experienced the rigorous pace of doing Christmas ships and for hearing people from the docks and piers yell their appreciation and Merry Christmas greetings and telling us and all the ships that we were beautiful. We should all do that. We should all yell to one another how beautiful it all is and in those moments find the calm and mildness and simplicity of the moment.

Readers, thank you for being here with me in the moment. I’m grateful for your Likes and Follows and I wish you all the calm and mild you need this season and into each and every day of 2024.

Until next time, get out there and ride.

Got it Made

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Posted on November 6, 2023 by bikegoddess

In between summer and the teacher strike I wrote about recently, I went to an event called Made. This event exists to honor, appreciate and demonstrate the ingenuity of people who make bikes. However I forgot to remember it. Now November, I am starting to remember that I did some cool things in the waning hours of summer that I’ve neglected to share.

Maybe you’ve done this too. You’re reviewing your photos and you see a chunk of pics that you know you took but they were eclipsed by a thousand other things happening on and around the very same time. For me, the time we went on strike feels surreal. Literally the time has been put back into our school calendar to “make up” the strike days. Ηοςεωερ the other happenings were sidelined. That time has left me feeling flat even though they were very cool events. It all feels like a bike stuck up on the top of a car lying on its side and forgotten about completely.

As I was looking for photos from the strike for a collage, I saw these other moments digitally preserved and I was remembering the day I went to Made and how I hitched myself up on a pennyfathing and actually rode it in place for a few minutes. I remembered how amazing the event was and how I was itching to blog about it. I remembered that I forgot to share the adventure.

MADE is described on the ticket as “an industry/consumer bike event highlighting the craft of handmade bicycles.” There were 200 or so builders and brands sharing their creations.

As we say in a post Covid world, it’s been awhile since we’ve even had this event in Portland, Oregon, so I was as excited as a kid hyped up on Halloween candy to attend. I could not contain myself.

As I walked into the area I felt like everything was possible. I knew I would see some builders I remembered from past shows and I knew I’d see cool gear and unique builds and I was ready and raring to go.

Zidell Yards is an outdoor performance venue on the South Waterfront.

The venue was spacious and buzzing with activity.

Pennyfarthing bikes a.k.a. High wheel bikes are so odd and iconic. Most of my sources say that these bikes were notoriously difficult to handle and I can see why. Getting aboard them requires a leap of faith and you literally have to hop up and hang on.

At first the gentlemen asked if I wanted to take a spin. The bike is stationary but on a platform so you can try riding it. I dismissed the opportunity outright. “No thank you, I’d prefer to not risk my safety.”Wait? What did I just hear coming out of my mouth!? Is that doubt mixed with fear? I lingered a bit and wondered why I said that.

I love bikes. I love opportunities. Why, yes, I think I do want to try it. I mean in all my time on planet Earth I have never had an opportunity to ride a Pennyfarthing. Yes, I want this!

There are these pegs on the rear little wheel and you step on it and then hop just as I was told. With the hop up you also lean forward enough to grap the handlebars and then you scoot your caboose up on the saddle and you ride. It’s very smooth, but not because you’re on air (which I was) it’s because the big front wheel allowed for higher speeds on the flats. I was told that it was a smoother ride before the invention on pneumatic tires.

Pennyfarthing for your thoughts.

I couldn’t believe I was riding and gliding and generally loving the experience. I’ve never been on a tall bike, but I imagine it’s a similar feeling. The handlebars were odd and you can see in the video that it was as if I was holding myself up while pedaling down. I felt like I needed longer legs, but I was pedaling long enough to get a sense for how difficult it would be to ride this out and about in the olden days. What a great moment in time and lots of fun to actually give it a spin.

There were bags and all sorts of beautiful bike related gear but the spotlight was on the stars of the show, the bikes, all made, engineered and created like works of art you ride. Everything you can imagine and some things you didn’t even know you wanted to see.

Overall it restored my faith in humanity because it’s all impressive and clearly some people are ingenius and inventive and they know how to make cool things. They got it MADE and I feel ebullient because I got to witness it all in one place.

Plus, the pennyfarthing. Right?

As I listen to the rain thrash against the house and I watch the leaves swirl around in colorful cyclones I recall that hot August day and how beautiful it was to see bikes forged from imagination into reality. Do you have any favorites? If you had a bike custum built what would you do to make it the perfect bike for you? Let me know in the comments.